The shade of it all

“There is nothing wrong with a little bit of shade” Gun Roswell

The sunny rays, seemed to be so totally hazed, when looking out the window, in the early morning hours. Alas, when venturing to the beach, it seemed, that the heat, had risen to a hundred degrees. The formerly calm and cooling summer winds, did not want me to start to sing as the sweaty stains and the smell of burning skin was making it difficult to concentrate on anything except finding a place as quickly as possible to sit and then without any time to hesitate, plunge into the waves simply to get away from the scorching heat and admitting defeat. Sun, you had won again!

But there was a sliver of hope in this adventure of the day, as much to a surprise, I spied a remote location in a good disposition. A solemn parasol, discarded, maybe, who knows. But deciding to find it out, trekking towards the one that I knew was without a doubt, going to save me from the heat and give me a place, in the cool and calming shade. As I closed in on it, I found out the reason for discarding it. It was a rickety looking old school bamboo kind of a construct, but hey, as it cast a shadow onto the sand, I was sold and made my stand, under the one place, I had found my very own shade for today.

Under the sun, in shade

“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

Summer Vibes are here!

“Summer is definitely still here, as per proof, the hot weather, skimpy outfits and reddish sunburns, which really do hurt! And those, are just few of the vibes, of the summer’s jive!“ Gun Roswell

Summer is always such a special time for most of us anyway. As it comes by every now and again. And while summer only lasts for a brief moment in time. Perhaps it is just fine. As then, it is much more easy to admire. All that it is. to worship the plentitude of nature as it hits. Out of the blue, all green, yellow and well, blue too. Take it all in, let it grab your heart and then you too can sing. As soon enough, the rough of the upon coming fall. Followed only by the cold and harsh of winter stalls, all the time in the world. While seemingly lasting forever. But will make the Summer Time, feel so much more better.

Rock in the water

“On the rocks, please!” Gun Roswell

Against the smoothed rocks
Is the water happily splashing
High in the air go flying my crocks
When I’m barefoot in the sand dashing

Close to the water’s edge
I once again my allegiance pledge
Wowing, this year my toe to dip
Even if it means biting the lip

Come high hell or cold water
Because it may never get hotter
In the ocean I will swim
Even if my eyesight will dim

After all, it is Spring Time!

Swimming Day!

“Pool or open seas, it’s all good for swimming!” Gun Roswell

Swimming
All thoughts dimming
Relaxing
Nothing perplexing
Mind
Finally at rest
Unwind
Is the best
Turquoise
Filling the view
Disguise
All feelings of blue

Let’s go sailing!

“The wind on your back and face, that’s sailing!” Gun Roswell

Sailing across the high seas
The wind a soft breeze
The sun shining high in the sky
On the waters the boat gently a fly
All worries and doubts fading
Wouldn’t be trading
This moment for anything
Because this, is pure living

On a balloon ride

“Rising towards the blue skies, ever higher, flying all through the darkening night” Gun Roswell


Balloons of many a size
All into the air, will soon rise
Some of them made for party filled with fun
While others of them up in the sky will run

Carry on a journey far and beyond
Farther than you or I may have possibly gone
By foot or bike, but oh what a ride!
In a hot air balloon, the joy you cannot hide

I’m not that Evil, I was simply Drawn That Way

A Woman
Can be
Many things

Curvy
Feminine
Sexy

Calculating
Manipulative
Evil

Promiscuous
Slutty
Trollopy

A Woman is also

A

Mother
Sister
Wife

Lady
Dame
Queen

Treat her right
A woman can be

Giving
Loving
Romantic

And forever Yours

The Nerd Within Me

My Glasses,
A band-aid as quick fix
My Teeth
Dental braces for the glitches

I am awkward
Sometimes scared
A social coward
Of everything
and everyone

Over analyzing
Constantly thinking

But
I am also

Stalking you
Admiring you
Too Afraid
to approach you

Standing in the narrow corridor
Staring in awe
From a far
There you are

Suddenly
Walking towards me
I try to hide
No place to run
No where to flee

As you approach
I try to look away
Hoping you won’t notice me
Standing there
I feel the need to pee

Panic attacks
Breath caught
Eyes scanning
Nothing in planning
I am caught

I hear
“There you are!”

Not a word
Escapes my mouth
Standing there
Staring in silence

“Hello”
You say

“Hel- lo”
I try

Stepping closer
No hesitation
You say

“Just kiss me already!”

I really am. the Queen of Fucking Everything

Who am I?
You dare to ask me?
Or are you playing shy?
Or do you task me?

Do you not know who I am?

I am everyone
And I am no one
I know all
Still I am alone

I own everything
And I own nothing
I rule the world
Yet, I rule nothing
I rule your world
I rule you

I am gorgeous
I am sexy
I am marvellous
I am perplexing
Hardly ordinary
I am, extraordinaire

All the adjectives you can imagine
No one quite my kin

I can do anything
I can do everything
I can go everywhere
You can find me anywhere

And don’t you dare
To disagree with me
Or I will give you the scare
For contradicting me

Why?
You ask

The reason is
this simple thing
I am the Queen of
Fucking Everything!